Cotton; feels my nostrils. <br />Sugar; tastes my ears. <br />Sticky are my hands and brow <br />And shredded are my fears. <br /> <br />Clouded is my thinking. <br />Working are my wrists: <br />On their own; my heart's a drone <br />For love is doing this.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-doing-this/
